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No one for Pres~
Blue shot to his paws as a female voice came from the fern the rabbit had come from. The tabby point relaxed as a young she-cat poked out of the branches, but his tail remained fluffed out.
"What-Clan's turf? My paws are aching! What's your name?" The silvery-blue tom found questions pouring out of his maw as he brought himself to a sitting position, not wanting to approach the unknown cat. He had to stop himself from mewing more as he glanced to his paws, eventually covering them with his still fluffed tail.